Excusez-moi ma cherie
Love is too far to reach
But i beseech you to teach me
The ways of subtle strangers
Who play with words made of fire
How can we make magic with our desire
When there are only ten lonely fingers
Wrapped tightly around a wire
The personification of submission
Deserves our entire attention
You are no more or less of a person
When there are only a few
Extraordinary people who adore you
Love is a fundamental force
It rocks you off your course
And you must pass through  
A million phases of transformation
Each day is a situation you can handle
Another milestone placed upon the mantle
We are living examples
Of candles burning in the dark
I see treasure in the sky
A line between colors that meet your eye
Love is the sound of rice
Falling on the kitchen floor
When morning was born
We tried to disintegrate all of our shadows
But the room had been filled with arrows
So we laid on the ground and wondered
It was then I saw you whispering to the thunder
That love was an entire mountain
And we have never known hunger
Bigger than a volcano before
We saw the birds return from their migrations
And all our hearts were blooming
In the libations of the sun
Your tears water down a river
And the rafts of your heart are bound with fibers
We share in all of our shadows
Until our minds become vibrant and entangled

Maybe in the end, Socrates was the only person in history who had any clue about what was going on. And he mostly chose to remain quiet about it. Only a man who knows for certain that he doesn’t know a **** thing, is a true man, according to him and me.

stores of goods rest upon our shelves
we make stones and place them in our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first i will accept

What was awake and aware from the very start
When we were left standing in the unholy dark
You were so demanding then I couldn’t wait to part
Would I have known that you'd command my heart

Jumper cables
Next door
Neighbors
Hourglasses
Sad lives
Justify
Hungry eyes
We deny
Compassion
Hunted
Lawyers
Doomsday preachers
Feelings
Swept
Beneath
These sheets
We create
Concrete prisons
Give ourselves
Invisible guards
Control is impulsive
So for once
Just smile
Create a marvel
And if
You dare
To dream
You will
Be esteemed
By radical
Beauty

Come and stand proudly on the land your fathers cultivated
And dream into the empty spaces of your own destiny
We are assemblies of silent music listening to rainbows speak
In the melody of our breathing we play the key of ecstasy
Conclusive of nothing until each being sings its own harmony

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything seems
To be poetry

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything turns
Into poetry

Congratulations on being empty
It's brave and inspiring
Amidst the mindlessness
And apathy that exists undeniably
A mindset of spineless
Arrogance and privilege
While innocence is lost; at the cost
Of sovereignty and safety
And for what price or prejudice
Would you dare dismiss these kisses
As merely, the most circumstantial of evidences

In solidarity
With dragons
And witches
I burn like fire
Stick figures dance
On the densest
Of pavement
They freely slip
Inside you mind
And open the window
Just a tiny crack
Before the right eye
Of the solar system
Has even the slightest
Chance to blink

We are two shoulders shrugging
Lugging our magazines and our bags
Up and down a hundred flights of stairs
We are always up for a mugging
And if you don’t give in to despair
It might not be as bad as you think
For whatever you are seeking
Until now has always disappeared
And you may tell me all your secrets
But please spare me your opinions
For there's already more suffering here
Then you or I could ever really bear to share

Its becoming clear that art arises from images produced in the soul...

Does one need to live a full and integrated life to be able to transmit these images? To give them a life of their own. What power does the true artist wield if they can create a world from their soul? If those who are guided by the mind seek to instruct and guide others, an artist can only let himself be guided. An artist is receptive to such forces and its only in his creativity that he can be active and controlling. He can manipulate and make various forces work together. He can even change the immutable laws of nature at his will or upon his command.

The mind is a servant too. It serves the divine idea. Its language is concepts and formulas. Abstractions and logic. It lives in the realm of ideas. The artist visits these realms for mere seconds and is overwhelmed by the heaviness of the rules that lie in these domains. He feels them to be oppressive and wishes to break free of the restrictions imposed by the mind. He wants to roam and explore his imagination, unencumbered by figures or facts. He is a vagrant or a wayfarer.

Words are like scalpels, for they can dissect you. Words are like a prism where everything is refracted into a million different colors.
I am humbled by the variety of functions, by the versatility of phrases and questions to reveal and shade our imagination.

I am learning to use words like an artist. I am starting to see that they are capable of being arranged in ways that reveal the essence of time and space. They can describe a face or linger upon an object in a way that suggests either eternity or just a moment. With words i can trace your smile across the pages of my desire.

I swim
In spirals
Fly in circles
Dream in waves
Dance in the ocean
Love's embrace is the Sun

I love you
There i said it
But if i tell you
Will i live to regret it
You told me
Little of your desires
You made me guess
As to what you preferred
Are we ready to speak more openly
And unfold our virtues
As well as our claws
Morbid monuments to the unknown
Speak louder than our throats can echo
So we cry into glasses of red wine
And take our time
Turning our tears and arguments into poems
Our fears are unknown soldiers
Fighting in the falling rain
Quiet as the rainbow
I know you’ll never
See me quite the same again
If i let you go, will you
Unfold or return to your sorrow
In the coldest spaces
The warmest set of hands
Can usually console you the most

Many have fallen
By the wayside
Of your eyes
I see darkness
In the densest of clouds
Passing overhead
Dreaming hungrily
For your lips
To smile at me
Just a single time

We couldn't bear to know
The outcome of this longing
For it's much too time consuming
Opening and closing
And lifting off these covers
And not condemning ourselves
For we are far from independent
And it's evident in the way we move
And if at the very least we are observant
Then we must still easily lose track
Of whatever it is we are doing

the difference
between eros and logos,
is the fundamental question
of what connects us,
love or mathematics?

How can there be thirteen windows in a house but never a door when you need one?

I concentrate on you heart
There is no need for rhetoric
To remark or embellish
Anything at all
So now we fall into silence
And take our time trying to listen
We follow the signs
Reminding us to swallow
We are all divine
In our minds and our bodies
So please show me
How you dare to
Accept all of your beauty

Life is a war drum being
Played and thrashed
Until the skin rips
And everyone can't help but laugh
Life is an ongoing conversation
Between love and temperance
I sing the song of impermanence
Though i may not sing it well
And whats the difference anyway
Between intimacy and indifference
Perhaps its all about strong fingers
And an extra bottle or two of whiskey

Faced with death or destiny you choose to rest in perplexity.

What can I say to you
When I’m all out of words
I paint the sky
Each night is a surprise
And who are we to deny
That love’s invitation is to lie
For it makes no mention of our pride
Will you come see my latest discovery
Will you come free me from this cage
Before I die of loneliness
I am beyond your recovery
I am beyond your mind
And divided numbers
Tell me all their secrets
For only in the bedroom
Can we reduce these equations
Back to their original roots
Until we blossom like the mountain
After many fires have passed through

Lord knows i’ve tried to go the distance
And your body is the temple
I’ll bury myself in at night
And drink of the sacred fire
That makes all the stars alight
We are shimmering in our disaster
Longing for the advancement of the afterlife
Mind numbs body to feelings
Feet indulge in dancing to the music
These ancient rhythms seek
Willing partners to amuse themselves with tonight
We are faster than the morning
At breaking the rules of dawn
The longing you feel doubles whenever you hear the alarm
And I am bringing my own bottle to ruminate upon
With the sound of laughter echoing in the distance
She hums along to the moaning of the refrigerator
And I make paper airplanes and toss them in the gutters
Cause all this existential distance has got me up in arms

We exist only in subconscious details
Like how many suspicious hands
Had already sailed upon these waves
Before your first breath was ever taken

Jungles of nakedness
Grow into entangled gardens
You make it appear really easy
Yet in someone else's definition of reality
It's actually quite dangerous
Let alone difficult and terrifying
Still there’s nothing out of the ordinary
Just more of my oneiric meandering
You see its a bit like gambling on love
We say we trust the unconscious
But not enough to let it lead us there entirely
So instead we treat ourselves
To anything but the taste of our own sorrow

Nothing appears but the sunrise
Nothing dies but our bodies
No one needs more information
When we strike the chord of lightning’s music
We make everything so clear
It's inside the earth
The mother who gives birth
To everything we need and fear
Love is the answer
Making lovers into dancers
And if you don’t need an answer
We can just pretend that we're friends

You have the right to remain unassuming
You have the right to remain quite charming
You have the right to have an angel accompany you
You have the right to cry whenever you need to
You have the right to dance whenever you're inspired to

We have the right to defy all of our egos
No need to deify images, teachers, role models or weirdos
We make progress when we can laugh at our defenses
And learn to speak, dance and sing without any hesitance

In my vulnerability
I will never again be the same
My persona is broken
My spine has awakened
We are falling into nothing
And it feels relatively safe
Moving and stretching our bodies
These sounds feed our minds
We are articulate monkeys
And one day we will die
But for the moment the gift of life
Resides here in our bodies
And the breath feeds our inner fire
We are so ******* lucky
That’s the one thing i can’t deny

Artists and models wanted
This dust is our deposit
And you are the vinaigrette

Hunger is blinding
Humanity is silent
At least until the lights
Are turned back on
We share memories with the whales
As seagulls fly sideways
Dripping stormy music
All over our wet bodies
Drunk on snails and sandalwood
I burn incense and whisper treasures
Hundreds of clouds found you lying
On the naked banks of the Danube

The world sings,
Of everything beautiful and true
Even if we are used to being used
And are still learning to be fruitful
In our endeavors and our cleverness
We're all still treasure chests of truth

Divided numbers
Tell you their secrets
In the bedroom
We reduce the equations
Back to their roots
And blossom
Like the mountains
After the fires
Have passed through

Effortless blessings
Conspicuous in their fame
Have we lost our place
Or is it a waste of proud indifference
For its likely that we'll never be the same again
So I maintain my state of reasonable ignorance
Despite your sinister glances
For we each articulate our power
In slightly different frames
And I can't tower over you
Since you’ve grown a little taller
Than all the people that used to hold you
But still I’ve loved you since the days
Before you touched my soul
And we were turned into lost objects
To be collected in the river's bed
These lonely mistakes are often blessed
While we are bled for the failures and success
Of earthquakes and our shadows
And as many empty hands
As there are reasons to speak
We will become shameful lanterns
And consecrated stories
Born before the end of days

We shout at full volume
So that the love of our mouths
Is commonly reserved
Until all of our talks are sold out
We are absurdly independent
But i wouldn’t care
If you spent all your money
On anybody else who was worthy

Hand me that command
And turn it into gold
The old virtues
Are never far from your hand
And the road wavers
But in the end everything is sold
Do you remember dreams
Where you held me
In your loving arms
And the world was eager
To wrap itself around us
Like twisted vines in the dark

Many have fallen by the wayside
Of your eyes
I see darkness in dense clouds, dreaming
Hungrily for your lips
I persist in thinking
I will one-day come to grips
With the enormity of this love

We all want to claim that we belong
To the world's most notoriously boring circus
Yet we are potentially only decades
Away from becoming like the dinosaurs
So much for solidarity in the shadows
When there are no easy endings or exit strategies
And the doors and windows of the world
Have all been shut for far too long

We are flowers blooming
In drunken apartment buildings
Millions of angels sing of your disembodiment
We are shivering in between twilight’s towers
While the dancing sunlight sparkles  
We wade naked in the forthcoming moonlight
Until these fragile articles descend
Disguised as candid footsteps and listless fingers
That linger softly upon the ground of our communion

We danced all night
And became the Sunrise
Collapsing space
This fragile race
To the finish line
Hasn’t yet begun
So we sit in reverence
Of the dawn
While music is torn
From both form and function
As feelings are born from a river
Like lungs we exhale
Only to rediscover
The same surface area
Collapses over and over again
Bundled like a child
Swaddled in our pride
Your shadow attempts
To deny everything it rejects
So instead we seek meaning
In meandering bodies
As if love were a bubble
Popped in the morning's mist
We are the first to arrive
And the last to come to grips
With the totality of our guilt

This music caresses you
As the islands of ambivalence digress
In degrees we become simultaneously
Cheaper and more abundant
Fun is always relative as the furniture weeps
So we piece together meager earnings
For to survive is to be free
And life is a bargain made from rhythms
Molded in herbs that make you rhyme
And soaked in the fiery bowels
Of a barrel of locally spiced ***

I plead for you
In the sound of the ocean
We make fun of our dreams
Until they are discovered
In tireless beauty
So much for the sun
And the way it carries your grace
The hours of grief
Have become too many to name
Now we deliver stones to the quarry
So many missing covers
And an excess of containers
There are too many ****** hands
To maintain your innocence
You say that everything
Must now change places
As I feed you lightning
You smile at me through blinking eyes
For with a single kiss goodnight
We have once again made
Peace with the thunder
So let's promise each other
To never again forget
Why we are free
Or exactly how we got here

I swear there is a point to this rambling
If you know what it is than please inform me
I would love to know what happens in your soul
How come you never tell me your stories anymore
Love is a wrong turn made too often
I often write double the amount that i intend to
What is the source of your singing
Where do songs belong in our conversations
What words should we say if our feelings wish to take shape
Why do we make forms from our imaginations
Are the right questions even important
And if so how would we know for certain
Why do i only seek pleasure in your comparison
And underneath this layer of dirt is there a perfect hurting
Why even try at all if so many of our shortcomings are for nothing

Steal your heart
And take it to the market
Alarmed and impersonal
We are like organic produce
Are you confused
By the looseness
Of these sentences
If you choose to
We can be friends
Without many benefits
If I pretend to know myself
Will you pretend to be amused
If we don’t really comprehend
The ending of our sentiments

In your eyes, the light
Sees itself, a little brighter

Under the circumstances
We demand the following
Clean air, water and soil
Oh and our freedom too
It's quite obvious to see really
That every single being is born in sovereignty
And if we have no more need
For an inner (or outer) king or queen
Then who will treat the earth with dignity
And learn to speak a million tongues at once
And separate our imaginations from reality
When the sun is our destiny tonight
We will face the moon’s expectations
And just for a single moment
We will be made as great as we can be
Right before we take the plunge again
Headfirst back into the depths of oblivion

Love is a burden worth hurting for.

We are bereft of brachiation
Brandishing our hats like baseball bats
They place sovereign sandcastles on the table
Like mandalas of sound
Until we all drown in waterfalls of pounding words
More absurd than anything you’ve ever tasted
I complain more often than i’d like to
But then again these days, who doesn’t
I won’t be punished by your pancakes
Nor chase you through the pouring rain

Lust is a book best written,
For the beginning stages of love...